[She gets points for trying to be a hero, but at the same time, Luci lets out a long sigh. The sudden flux of superheroes really didn't do much good for the general populous, did it? Except for create a bunch of heroes in the making, perhaps.]
That's all well and good, but--
[Before she could finish, however, the kit breaks free from its binds, and, powders and creams flying in anger, barrels toward Luci. Wow this thing was fickle.
A slight disconnect from thought and action, the blond moves on instinct; civilians' well-being comes first, then her own. Throwing out a shield toward the redhead, she hesitates for a split second--Lucent Singularity would potentially do too much damage to the area, and she couldn't channel Light Binding again quite yet; and never mind Final Spark, even if she knew if it worked, there was no way she would use that out in the open like this.
Things move in slow motion for her. Compact snapping threateningly as it runs toward her, she tries to side step, but isn't quite fast enough on her feet. Wrenching its case open, it slams into the blond, kicking up a cloud of dust and powder in its wake.
Coughing and flailing a bit, what emerges from the powder cloud is a very orange blond, her face covered in colors. Thick blue eye shadow, giant fake eyelashes, humongous, bright pink, pouty duck lips. Residual technicolor powders cover her clothes. But, other than looking like someone's aunt, she appears to be okay?
Until, satisfied with its work, the compact flashes her a look in its mirror.
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That's all well and good, but--
[Before she could finish, however, the kit breaks free from its binds, and, powders and creams flying in anger, barrels toward Luci.
Wow this thing was fickle.A slight disconnect from thought and action, the blond moves on instinct; civilians' well-being comes first, then her own. Throwing out a shield toward the redhead, she hesitates for a split second--Lucent Singularity would potentially do too much damage to the area, and she couldn't channel Light Binding again quite yet; and never mind Final Spark, even if she knew if it worked, there was no way she would use that out in the open like this.
Things move in slow motion for her. Compact snapping threateningly as it runs toward her, she tries to side step, but isn't quite fast enough on her feet. Wrenching its case open, it slams into the blond, kicking up a cloud of dust and powder in its wake.
Coughing and flailing a bit, what emerges from the powder cloud is a very orange blond, her face covered in colors. Thick blue eye shadow, giant fake eyelashes, humongous, bright pink, pouty duck lips. Residual technicolor powders cover her clothes. But, other than looking like someone's aunt, she appears to be okay?
Until, satisfied with its work, the compact flashes her a look in its mirror.
Oh. Hell. No.]